KENNETH FORDHAM - Withered Heart

I sit, my soul in solitude,
Withered heart slowly beating,
Missing your divine gaze,
You out of the multitude.

Whence body fair,
Wrapped in robes of infinity,
Sweet air of authority,
Flesh of perfume.

Special Angel,
Guardian of mine soul,
My love for you enthralled,
For your presence unfold.

Come to me,
Dance in air like a flame,
So beautiful your blaze,
Let me know your name.

My love for you abounds,
My sweet, my love,
Speak to my heart,
Before it is too late.

Make it beat again,
Sing your praises,
To my withered heart,
Help me love again.

KENNETH FORDHAM

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